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Walk
 Around Saltoun Wood
Length
6 miles
Dogs on walk
Brooklyn, Cyrano, Finlay, Jolie, Lucas, Maggie, Tim
 After a week of clambering about in The Pentlands we decided to head for a woodlandwalk. A chill day warming as the sun began to take effect. No one parked at the car parkwhen we arrived and no sounds of forest operations from within offered the possibility of aquiet walk. As quiet as it can be with this bunch. Their chattered mirrored by the strangled calls of buzzards, crows and pheasants. Alighting in our ears from all sides. Lucas growling andbarking after Jolie and Tim throwing himself headfirst with a bark at her as well. Sheloved it of course. But killjoy me asked them to keep the noise down.Close to the edge of the wood we climbed gently away from the car park. Maggie quicklyfinding a ditch to lounge in. Running hard to catch back up, dripping muddy water,passing the lazy Dylan and Tim who had dropped back whilst investigating something. It left the way at the front clear for Cyrano and Finlay.The once quite dense woodland is getting more open each time we come. First it was the
The Dog Rambler E-diary
 
Friday
20
 
April 2012
 
 
 January storm that wreaked havoc. Now many more trees are being felled and carriedaway by long trucks with jangling chains and metal rack sides. Still quiet today as wechoose a path taking us more into the centre of the wood. Then curving toward the car park. Not to worry dogs we were not heading back yet. Instead it allowed them to makefor three new pools recently dug. In went most of them. Cyrano and Finlay first there andthe only ones to swim. No wait Maggie had joined them. Jolie and Lucas chased each other along the edge careful not to step too far in.Then back into the woods. This time heading for the far side and the lonely river, hiddenfrom view down a densely covered bank. Along the slim path to it came first one dog, thenanother and then the man with them and then a third dog. Finlay had spotted them first and stopped to wait. We came to heel only for Tim to spoil it by suddenly racing off toward them. Only for Maggie to then follow him. Too excited with one of the dogs lookinglike Ozzy, Tim threw himself at it with a fiercesome bark. That was his last for a while. Hewas kept firmly to heel, missing some of the best parts of the river.Finlay was already in the river by the time I clambered down. Dylan and Jolie werepicking their way along the winding slippery path with high edges above the water. Lucashad slotted in with Tim. I urged him forward and each time he did Jolie pounced on him.Cyrano and Finlay tried to avoid the path by staying in the river as much as possible.Maggie was way behind again. I think having another bath in the river somewhere.We scrambled back up the bank and onto another woodland track. This looped around to asuddenly bare expanse of woodland. Here a tractor with a small trailer and crane waslifting up logs. How different it looked from the stately row of tall, straight tress whichhad stood here before, like soldiers on parade. The carnage on the ground like the imagesyou see of First World War battle grounds. Churned and desolate, scattered with brokentrees and branches between the lines of trenches.We left the wood for a bit. Lucas and Jolie chasing each other along the farm tracksbetween fields of growing crops. The Rapeseed now coming into is acidic dazzling yellowflower. Tim joined in and Dylan joined Finlay at the front. Maggie still ploughed her wayalong behind occasionally catching up to see what was happening. Cyrano was always onthe lookout for more water. Running ahead hopefully. But there was none now.
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